Thursday, May 2, 2013

Tales from a Cougar.


Hello my friends! Sorry I have been super MIA lately. I have been getting busy with the end of semester jazz and getting ready for exams. But, I have had some time this weekend to go back to my old high school and see some of my old friends in their Spring production. It was so great to be back at my high school and walk through the halls and see all the little baby faces that I love and missed. It was just nice to be back home, I guess. Especially in the auditorium. 

Now, being back at high school, this got me thinking of all the crazy and silly things I was like or did back when I was in high school. Which, *cue the post title* Tales of a Cougar comes in. The mascot for my high school was, indeed, a cougar. So, I thought it all fit.

So, let's go with the embarrassing moments, shall we?!

I didn't wear make-up my Freshman and a good part of my Sophomore year. I honestly don't even know what I was thinking when I was going into high school. I mean, I wouldn't really question it. I wanted to marry a Jonas Brothers and also attend Camp Rock. As you can see, I made questionable life choices.

I had my first real crush as a Freshman. He was a senior, I was a little Freshman. I tried everything to get his attention, he took every chance he could to ignore me. I was in love love love with this kid, no joke. My friends and I even had a special nickname for him and everything. I did a play with him and for some strange reason I just really, really, really liked him. I eventually got over it when he graduated. And I sent him a Facebook message telling him I liked him.  I was moderately heartbroken. Don't worry, there is a plus side - he turned out to not like girls. Cool, right?

I used hot rollers to curl my hair. Don't ask me why, but I did. I woke up early every morning to turn them on to heat up, and then I would go back to bed for a half hour, I would wake up again and go and roll my hair, and then I would go out to school. 

When I didn't curl my hair, I flat ironed it until there was no hair left. I needed to have pin straight hair. I needed, needed, needed it! It was the thing back then, and I just wanted to fit in. Little did my baby Freshman self know that I almost always missed a section in the back that turned out to be wavy and my chubby-baby-fat face looked huge when I straightened my hair.

Well, that's where I am going to end today. 
Maybe you will get a part two some day.
Yeah, someday

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